. it had been a particularly onerous chore, lasagna always burns to glass and it took a bit of work to scrape the cheese off the pan.“Consuelo? Wher... did the guys go?”“The garage,” she said, “To smoke.”“Vile nasty habit, I’m glad Hairy doesn’t.” I said, “Your truck is gone.”“Wonder where they went?” Consuelo said.I stepped out to the mud room, Edgar’s hat was gone. I opened the converted icebox with the GE compressor top and looked inside.“We’re out of beer,” I said, “Bet you a buck they went. It would cover those parts you would not wish to expose to our lecherous eyes.”“Hmm… okay, just promise to behave,” Georgia said while the thought of her exposing herself fully to them made her blush.oOoThey entered into the penthouse suite and Georgia was astounded at the luxury surrounding her. They walked out to the large patio, and Bobby went to check the water temperature while Chuck fetched an ice bucket, glasses, and a bottle labeled Black Maple Hill 16-Year-Old Small Batch bourbon.“I’ve. She knelt and stroked them both. She felt like such a whore but she loved the way her pussy convulsed with pleasure.She licked the pre-cum off of the first cock and then did the same with the second one. She moved back and forth between the cocks. The one on the right sprayed on her tits. She concentrated on the other bur when she looked back yet another cock was there and waiting for the slut to service it.“That is what I’m good for! Being a cock servicer!”The thought had only finished the. They took a few minutes to wander around the wrap-around deck to the front of the house. The deck became even larger at the back, with room for a table and chairs and a large hot tub. It was the view that really took Rebecca’s breath away. The cabin was perched on a slight hill overlooking an enormous, sparkling frozen lake covered with what looked to be at least a foot of packed snow. Small, colorful ice fishing huts dotted the lake, some with smoke curliqueing out of the chimneys. In the.